Sandra O'Connell

A hazy definition of happiness

By On March 16, 2015

Happiness can’t be defined by one thing. The emotion lives in little meaningful moments, long expanses of time, short sentences in thought. There are all these things in my every day that… Read More


The age equation

By On February 21, 2015

Thirty-five. This always seemed like an adult age when I was not thirty-five. It felt old, ancient, unapologetically mature. But, now that I hold the number in my hands, I realize I… Read More

The Book

I wrote a book

By On December 23, 2014

It sounds weird. Those four words. I wrote a book. Not real. Not actual. Not alive yet. It was a frustrating and arduous and incredible process. And now it’s done. Sort of.… Read More

World Map

Who am I? Where am I from?

By On December 11, 2014

I am not one person. I am not from one place. My body and brain contain a combination of characters – a lead and many supporting. My personality shifts and morphs depending… Read More

Brooklyn Car Doors

Brooklyn bites

By On November 18, 2014

I have been bitten by Brooklyn. A love bruise has surfaced. Violet, mauve, lilac, crimson. Teeth marks, lip marks, life marks. I am swollen with stimulation. Ablaze with inspiration. Pulsing with drive.… Read More

In flight

The stillness of flight

By On September 20, 2014

I’m coming down. From dehydration. Intoxication. Fatigation – not a word, but it works. I feel like I’ve been away for a month. Not two weeks. Vancouver to Toronto to New York… Read More